Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that once killed a man just to watch him die.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
An Estrus Flask
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
A dress that is blue and black or white and gold depending on how you look at it
A portrait of an animal drawn with a very fine camelhair brush
A Glade scented plugin that smells of regret
A crate of ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
A great crested newt
A small chunk of Kryptonite
A Three of Clubs

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